anybody wanna battle??
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How dare you challenge who's respected,
this is my throne i'm the king you the peasent,
i know i won no need for the credit, this kid's rymes
motal but ekim is eternal
i was brought here to take foes out the game,
make em' change they carrers, you mere mortal,
baby tike type rappers,
you and loki average, the same record sells,
the number that come b4 uno, that's why he won't tell
you know
i shouldn't even post flows, niggaz say they seen hard times,
and live in los banos,
i bring rapppers to ru-un
heard better rymes from Dr. sues son,
better stick to produce-son
hope you got another job to get ya income,
cuz rapping aint paying,
say you hustle?
well real hustlers aint saying,
that leaves me wit FRZTLOKZ
must be faking,
just got put up, and you wanna take me on
you rapping celen dion
gotta be joke-on,
a mime could spit better rymes
then what FRZTLOKZ post-on
i never heard such garbage galore,
well.........
maybe the last one he posted b4
you and loki probably call each other me a more,
44 at ya door, blast you and you seen next day on the sea-shore
see-boi when you go to war wit e
fagget fucks lose the battle b4 ya entry
fuck it b4 the thought of you offing me,
i let emeniem spit a ryme better than mine like jay-z
ya shit is the equivellent of 15 loki's
while my shit is stillmatic,
i been tight ya shit going stay wackist,
this is my throne i'm the king you the peasent,
i know i won no need for the credit, this kid's rymes
motal but ekim is eternal
i was brought here to take foes out the game,
make em' change they carrers, you mere mortal,
baby tike type rappers,
you and loki average, the same record sells,
the number that come b4 uno, that's why he won't tell
you know
i shouldn't even post flows, niggaz say they seen hard times,
and live in los banos,
i bring rapppers to ru-un
heard better rymes from Dr. sues son,
better stick to produce-son
hope you got another job to get ya income,
cuz rapping aint paying,
say you hustle?
well real hustlers aint saying,
that leaves me wit FRZTLOKZ
must be faking,
just got put up, and you wanna take me on
you rapping celen dion
gotta be joke-on,
a mime could spit better rymes
then what FRZTLOKZ post-on
i never heard such garbage galore,
well.........
maybe the last one he posted b4
you and loki probably call each other me a more,
44 at ya door, blast you and you seen next day on the sea-shore
see-boi when you go to war wit e
fagget fucks lose the battle b4 ya entry
fuck it b4 the thought of you offing me,
i let emeniem spit a ryme better than mine like jay-z
ya shit is the equivellent of 15 loki's
while my shit is stillmatic,
i been tight ya shit going stay wackist,
Here I Go~
My flows grose like cornrow hoes, who pick buggers out thier nose and wipe them on their clothes~
Oh hell no he didn't, bitch better believe I did~
Castraitions the contraception for killen ya grand kids~
Still Un willen to let you live, for a moment as an opponent~
This line alone equals your own to an infinate exponent~
Implement atonement bow now or run & recive your retribution from gods other son~
It go Fee Fie Foe Fum Formaldehyde fermenten in a 50 gallon drum~
It trickles into some pickled plumb unlucky one~
Suspended from the ceiling where their helplessly hung~
Swung like a pendulum with nothing but time~
Recitation of a rythem in retorical rhyme~
Its horrable crime, immoral by design~
The deplorable's devine in a demented mind~
Like mine~
You find ferocity, Agression and animosity, paranioa possibly and lots of rotten mockery~
Like the contents of a colonoscopy bag, boy im the shit~
Same as those mysterious maloderous markings on your lips~
Take a sniff~
ya shmell me?
My flows grose like cornrow hoes, who pick buggers out thier nose and wipe them on their clothes~
Oh hell no he didn't, bitch better believe I did~
Castraitions the contraception for killen ya grand kids~
Still Un willen to let you live, for a moment as an opponent~
This line alone equals your own to an infinate exponent~
Implement atonement bow now or run & recive your retribution from gods other son~
It go Fee Fie Foe Fum Formaldehyde fermenten in a 50 gallon drum~
It trickles into some pickled plumb unlucky one~
Suspended from the ceiling where their helplessly hung~
Swung like a pendulum with nothing but time~
Recitation of a rythem in retorical rhyme~
Its horrable crime, immoral by design~
The deplorable's devine in a demented mind~
Like mine~
You find ferocity, Agression and animosity, paranioa possibly and lots of rotten mockery~
Like the contents of a colonoscopy bag, boy im the shit~
Same as those mysterious maloderous markings on your lips~
Take a sniff~
ya shmell me?
you frauds son,gods bombs for ransom,musta been yello fellow drunk off five one,ya lives shun,ya bite um ride hard wit an assylum of queers who ride um,time flys....my son,you'll die young,who da peasent ya realness remains questioned,yeah im in l.b wit sleeves roled an cocked weaponz steppin,i'll serve ya ,FOLD,da main dish wish ya flows posed,threats to techs hurt feelins make ya eye's role,holla "this guys cold",Hoe's my rival's,No intelect,False respect from chin checked,pussy's like yo self who's tape decks bump keith sweat,Heave hard wit nose guards im Sons god,reverse ya bitch flip scripts like o-dog reality he blows dog,my level to high for petty time on you dog go to class an role hallz plus blow balls we know ya hoes make phone calls to 1800 faggot silly maggot i own yahh fo show dog...........and its like that
LET ME TRY/ OR SHOULD I SAY FRY/ I DONT NEED TO LIE/ I KEEP IT FLY/ LIKE SOMEBODY WHO HIGH/CONCENTRATION CAMPS/LEAVE HOES AND CLOSIN THEM THREADS LIKE VAMPS/U DONT KNOW ME/BITCH THEN DONT SPEAK UP ON ME/MEXICANO TO THE BONE/AND U GET CHROME VALLAS TO UR DOME/IM ALL ALONE/WORK AN EIGHT TO FIVE AND IM LIKE BEE/ ILL FUCK U WHEN UR AROUND MY HIVE/LIKE A CLOVER/UR LUCKY WHEN IM SOBER....
LETS GET READY 2 RUMMMMMBLE
situations sticky, i'll sidestep u then rail ya, yer verse meets failure, you can run 2 dad and grab help, this is the net, u cant stab-me so even ya men will fail ya/
all my rhymes is tricky, they bugged out, like your "crabby" mothers genitalia//
''faggot'', i box'd yer gay ass 2 ''male'' ya, i'll explain, i'm rackin up leases 2 souls like Cain, and even in rain my fyre still burns ya fate, so accept the loss/
im hackin ya body into pieces and shittin on ya brain wit my feces so i can cultivate ya thoughts/
dam the cost, the PIMP that after i spit, every kid on siccness.net quits, i dont give 2 shits, but look, i dont care bout yer 9s so pick up a good book/
when it comes 2 rap crooks, i bare more arms than a fuckin octopus//
i got you shook, intertwining lines like i possess a spindle, your chances of winning seemingly dwindled.. fast, so i'll just kill you, and strangle u 2 see how your back bends/
your rhymes lines are trash, theyre straight "ass", so go give em bak 2 yer neighborhood "crack"heads//
soon as bpc spits u see how wack spreads (showtime bx), i make trends, when i beat you everyone on the sites gonna be copyin me, im leavin heads confused, bruised, its unfair but i'll leave u robbed/
in FAcT im leavin X more confused than people collectin welfare who got 3 jobs//put my brains in my lap so i can give my self head
nah nah i'll put ya mouth on ya dick so you might be feelen all head(((thats how you use that))
i'll meet you face to face you aint gotta sniper the kid
you like ice-cream sitten in the sun-thought you was lyrically fit(((ummmm-your not)))
"ya flow is like AIDs everybody get it"((weak))
nah, thats playgerism GOD SON i heard everybody spit it
it said in ya 8th bar you asken me for a purpose
well since you in my hood wit gats now imma kill you on purpose
how you god son when you free to the public
listen scrap you couldnt face me if you seen me in public
i challenged the board just to put you out in public
treat you like ah black en mild en put you out in public
god son doggy I dont care who you are
murda you like nicole simpson en you'll know who the killaz are
you must be outta ya mind to wanna battle wit me
maybe ya mind left ya body cause it knew it couldnt face the heat
yeah you are like popcorn getten heated to long
cause when you get popped the color of ya skin change en ya figures deformed
en the only mack you used was ya verses to bitches god son
you couldnt identify a mack if i showed you ah picture
doggy i swear to god you can stay on the roof
cause when i blow ya top off you gone be all over the telephone booth
situations sticky, i'll sidestep u then rail ya, yer verse meets failure, you can run 2 dad and grab help, this is the net, u cant stab-me so even ya men will fail ya/
all my rhymes is tricky, they bugged out, like your "crabby" mothers genitalia//
''faggot'', i box'd yer gay ass 2 ''male'' ya, i'll explain, i'm rackin up leases 2 souls like Cain, and even in rain my fyre still burns ya fate, so accept the loss/
im hackin ya body into pieces and shittin on ya brain wit my feces so i can cultivate ya thoughts/
dam the cost, the PIMP that after i spit, every kid on siccness.net quits, i dont give 2 shits, but look, i dont care bout yer 9s so pick up a good book/
when it comes 2 rap crooks, i bare more arms than a fuckin octopus//
i got you shook, intertwining lines like i possess a spindle, your chances of winning seemingly dwindled.. fast, so i'll just kill you, and strangle u 2 see how your back bends/
your rhymes lines are trash, theyre straight "ass", so go give em bak 2 yer neighborhood "crack"heads//
soon as bpc spits u see how wack spreads (showtime bx), i make trends, when i beat you everyone on the sites gonna be copyin me, im leavin heads confused, bruised, its unfair but i'll leave u robbed/
in FAcT im leavin X more confused than people collectin welfare who got 3 jobs//put my brains in my lap so i can give my self head
nah nah i'll put ya mouth on ya dick so you might be feelen all head(((thats how you use that))
i'll meet you face to face you aint gotta sniper the kid
you like ice-cream sitten in the sun-thought you was lyrically fit(((ummmm-your not)))
"ya flow is like AIDs everybody get it"((weak))
nah, thats playgerism GOD SON i heard everybody spit it
it said in ya 8th bar you asken me for a purpose
well since you in my hood wit gats now imma kill you on purpose
how you god son when you free to the public
listen scrap you couldnt face me if you seen me in public
i challenged the board just to put you out in public
treat you like ah black en mild en put you out in public
god son doggy I dont care who you are
murda you like nicole simpson en you'll know who the killaz are
you must be outta ya mind to wanna battle wit me
maybe ya mind left ya body cause it knew it couldnt face the heat
yeah you are like popcorn getten heated to long
cause when you get popped the color of ya skin change en ya figures deformed
en the only mack you used was ya verses to bitches god son
you couldnt identify a mack if i showed you ah picture
doggy i swear to god you can stay on the roof
cause when i blow ya top off you gone be all over the telephone booth
a quikc lil reply to crucify GOD'S SON//
lyricz catastrophic from a prophet thatll make u DROP LUNGZ//
verbally venemous linez thatz bound to COP FUNDZ//
i STOP TONGUEZ//
in tha midst of tha danger zone like TOP GUN//
twisted linguisticz nigga i DROP TONZ//
eliminatin ya whole crew, ready to KNOKC NUNZ//
few posses my wisdom, i only TAUGHT SOME//
SHOT SOME//
lettin off HOT ONEZ//
at GOD'S SON........
lyricz catastrophic from a prophet thatll make u DROP LUNGZ//
verbally venemous linez thatz bound to COP FUNDZ//
i STOP TONGUEZ//
in tha midst of tha danger zone like TOP GUN//
twisted linguisticz nigga i DROP TONZ//
eliminatin ya whole crew, ready to KNOKC NUNZ//
few posses my wisdom, i only TAUGHT SOME//
SHOT SOME//
lettin off HOT ONEZ//
at GOD'S SON........
god's son? aint nuttin far from a NAS re-run
you aint an EMCEE - see ME this shits be-gun
gimme 6 bars and you'll be done..you aint stillmatic
style dusty as fuck like white people's attics i pack an automatic
you rat bastard you aint a king i'll spit on ya pissy disses
while im sittin on ya throne gettin head frum ya mistresses
talk about dismisses you went frum a king to a joker
i'll shit on ya name this a royal flush like iss fuckin poker
bring in ya best bet i'll drop you to the bottom
bitch nigga i replied now God's son gotta problem
you aint an EMCEE - see ME this shits be-gun
gimme 6 bars and you'll be done..you aint stillmatic
style dusty as fuck like white people's attics i pack an automatic
you rat bastard you aint a king i'll spit on ya pissy disses
while im sittin on ya throne gettin head frum ya mistresses
talk about dismisses you went frum a king to a joker
i'll shit on ya name this a royal flush like iss fuckin poker
bring in ya best bet i'll drop you to the bottom
bitch nigga i replied now God's son gotta problem